Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

Chapter 343: Chapter 314: Brat Chen Che, No, Senior Chen...

「Half a day later.」

On a nameless mountain, nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators swiftly gathered from all directions.

At the center stood two people.

One was a middle-aged beauty with a cold demeanor and a longsword on her back. She was Ye Xiuyu, the Fifth Elder of the Ye Family and a Fake Pill Cultivator.

The other, with white hair and a long beard, possessed the bearing of a celestial immortal. He was none other than the sky-supporting patriarch of the Ye Clan, Ye Yuanji.

Seeing everyone gathered but silent, Ye Xiuyu’s expression turned ugly. In disbelief, she asked, "There are so many of you, yet not only have you failed to find Juming Ancestor’s body, but you haven’t even found any trace of a battle?"

Her eyes swept over them, but the clan members all had their heads bowed in silence.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuyu’s expression turned sorrowful.

Ye Juming had been stationed outside the Meng Family’s territory. After receiving news that Chen Che had left the valley, he immediately rushed to intercept and kill him. In her eyes, it should have been a sure thing. Who would have thought that Ye Juming would never return? Even the Soul Lamp kept within the clan had been extinguished.

The fall of a Golden Core cultivator was a major event.

That was why she and Ancestor Ye Yuanji had rushed over immediately to search for any clue to his demise. But after all this time, they had found not a single shred of useful information.

’The Grand Elder may not have reached Core Formation long ago, but it’s impossible that he couldn’t defeat Chen Che. Even if he was outmatched, how could he have failed to even escape? No one to be seen, no body to be found?’

Ye Xiuyu’s face was filled with shock and suspicion.

"Only a Golden Core can kill a Golden Core..."

Ye Yuanji stood with his hands behind his back, rolling a black and a white Gold Bead in his palm. A cold light glinted in his eyes.

The clan had finally produced a second Golden Core cultivator, and a resurgence seemed just within reach. Who would have thought that Ye Juming would die so bizarrely?

"Could it be... they couldn’t hold on, so they threw in their lot with Thousand Eyes? When two Golden Core cultivators fight, unless there’s a massive difference in strength, it would never be this silent."

Ye Xiuyu couldn’t help but speculate.

The Ye Race had spies in every faction in Yunzhou, but none of them had learned a thing.

"This is the worst possible outcome!"

Ye Yuanji narrowed his eyes. Thousand Eyes’ ambitions were immense; they even had plans to swallow the Sixteen States in one bite.

That was why the Primordial Sect kept them in check, only allowing them to occupy a single state.

After the trip to the Black Tortoise Calm Sea, the Primordial Ancestor saw hope of achieving Nascent Soul Formation, so he finally relented and allowed them to attack Hunzhou. Who would have thought that while Thousand Eyes was attacking Hunzhou, they would also plant a thorn in their side right under their noses?

"Once that brat Chen Che achieves Core Formation, we’ll be in trouble."

Ye Xiuyu clenched her teeth and said resentfully, "That man is a sword cultivator of immense strength. During the Jinyun Valley grand competition, he faced an ambush by three Great Perfection Cultivators and managed to kill them all in a counterattack. Once he achieves Core Formation, his power will surely skyrocket."

Ye Yuanji nodded slightly.

First the Meng Family, now Jinyun Valley. It was truly a case of pushing down the gourd only to have the dipper float up. He was just about to speak when he suddenly frowned and looked into the distance.

"What is it?"

Just as Ye Xiuyu was wondering what was going on, several figures suddenly flew out from the clouds and mist in the distance.

BOOM!

In just a few breaths’ time, they had already arrived in the sky above them. Then, the Escape Lights faded, and five Cultivators appeared.

The moment the five appeared, their aura was so immense that it pressed down on the hundred-plus Foundation Establishment Cultivators, none of whom dared to look up.

"Meng Qianxun, Meng Changtu, Chen Xi, Hermit Fushan... Chen Che!" Ye Xiuyu’s gaze swept over the group and landed on the last person. Her eyes narrowed as she shouted, "Brat Chen Che, where is my clan’s Grand Elder?"

Ye Juming had been tracking Chen Che, but his whereabouts were now unknown, while the latter had just appeared, swaggering for all to see.

She was ninety percent certain his disappearance was related to Chen Che. In a fit of rage, she had already shouted her accusation.

She pressed her hand to the longsword on her back, rebuking Chen Che. A torrent of killing intent burst from her. The Foundation Establishment Cultivators, who were already so oppressed by the newcomers’ aura that they couldn’t lift their heads, saw their expressions change yet again. Some with shallower Cultivation even stumbled backward in retreat.

"What are you, to dare speak to me like that?"

Narrowing his eyes, Chen Che simply raised his hand and pressed down.

A vast amount of Spiritual Qi was instantly stirred, pressing down on Ye Xiuyu from all sides. As this Strong Force manifested, the ground let out a loud CRACK and a huge palm print was sunken directly into it.

Witnessing the power of Chen Che’s casual strike, Ye Xiuyu’s face turned pale with horror.

CLANG!

Without a shred of hesitation, Ye Xiuyu drew her sword with a CLANG.

A brilliant Sword Aura, shimmering like quicksilver and fanning out like a peacock’s tail, was flung forward. The sword shadows instantly merged into one and brutally slashed at the formless Strong Force from Chen Che’s casual press.

BOOM!

A massive explosion rang out.

The Spirit Sword in Ye Xiuyu’s hand was shattered into several pieces by the force of that single palm strike. What’s more, the backlash from the Strong Force blasted her backward, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. Yet the force itself continued onward, unabated, pressing down once more.

But at that moment, Ye Yuanji, who had been standing to the side, flicked his sleeve with a blank expression.

RUMBLE!

An even louder roar echoed out.

The dispersing Strong Force, swirling with dust, billowed outwards in all directions like a great gray wave. The surrounding Foundation Establishment Cultivators were thrown into disarray, like small boats tossed on a stormy sea.

Meanwhile, Meng Changtu, Chen Xi, Xiao Chan, and the others were protected behind them and remained completely unaffected.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you are already a Golden Core True Master. Why squabble with a junior? A True Master of my clan has fallen here. Xiuyu was merely distraught with worry. I hope you can understand."

The one who had acted was, of course, Ye Yuanji.

This sky-supporting patriarch of the Ye Clan, whose Cultivation had long since reached the Golden Core Fourth Layer, stood proudly in place, truly possessing the bearing of a celestial immortal.

’That brat Chen Che... no, Senior Chen has already achieved Core Formation...’

Ye Xiuyu was drenched in a cold sweat.

A Fake Pill was not a Golden Core. To address a True Master directly by name was an act of insubordination.

"Hmph!"

In response, Chen Che just snorted coldly.

He simply flicked a finger, and thirty-two Flying Swords shot out from the void in an instant, rushing toward Ye Xiuyu in a blur of afterimages.

Ye Yuanji’s eyes narrowed. He quickly summoned an Eight Trigrams Profound Mirror.

The moment the profound mirror appeared, it released a sheet of golden light. A suction force immediately materialized in mid-air, attempting to halt the Flying Swords. But Chen Che seemed to have anticipated this. As the mirror appeared, the swords scattered like flowing water, bypassing the mirror before swiftly converging again.

Ye Yuanji’s expression changed drastically. It was too late for him to intervene. Ye Xiuyu’s chest was pierced through, and she fell to the ground like a common weed, utterly lifeless.

"Disrespectful to her superiors and reckless with her words. She deserved to die! Deserved to die!"

Meng Qianxun nodded slightly from the side.

They had just finished dealing with the aftermath of the Thousand Eyes situation and were preparing to return to Jinyun Valley together. Who would have thought they’d run into the Ye Race here? Instead of avoiding them, the Ye Clan members had stood their ground on the mountain, clearly intending to block their path and test their strength.

’If you show the slightest weakness, they will immediately push their luck and might even try to surround and kill you. My own strength is not on par with Chen Che’s; if I were to act, it would only reveal the limits of my power to them.’

’That’s how people are. They bully the weak and fear the strong.’

"How dare you?"

Every member of the Ye Race paled. With a series of CLANGS, they all drew their swords. No one had expected Chen Che to kill the Fifth Elder in public, even after their own ancestor had already intervened.

"If you don’t learn etiquette and the proper hierarchy within your own clan, you will naturally be taught a lesson by others outside it."

Facing the horde of menacing Foundation Establishment Cultivators and a stone-faced Ye Yuanji, Chen Che’s expression remained unchanged. He recalled his Flying Swords and said calmly:

"As for Ye Juming, he saw me leave the valley and tried to ambush me on the road. He died by my hand a day ago."

Although they already knew, hearing these words still plunged the cultivators of the Ye Race into grief and fury. Of the five elders in their clan, aside from Ye Wuchang who perished while Crossing the Tribulation, four had now died at Chen Che’s hands.

And one of them was even a Golden Core True Master.

Many clan members were already resolved to die, thinking they had to take Chen Che down with them even if it cost them their lives. Even Ye Yuanji’s eyes flickered with killing intent.

But just then, Meng Qianxun spoke up:

"Fellow Daoist, your timing is perfect. We were just preparing to pay the Ye Family a visit. I’ve been in seclusion recently, and during that time, the Ye Race has swallowed up some of my clan’s territory. Shouldn’t you be returning it to us now?"

’Shameless in victory!’

Meng Qianxun’s direct words made the faces of the Ye Clan members turn exceptionally ugly.

They knew that with Chen Che having reached Core Formation, they could no longer suppress the Meng Family. They would certainly have to spit back out the territory they had seized. But how could they have expected the other side to make a move so directly, demanding it back publicly in a situation like this?

"My clan considered that abandoned territory. Since it has an owner, it shall naturally be returned."

A glint in his eyes, Ye Yuanji spoke decisively.

Strength ebbs and flows; it was nothing more than a matter of one side advancing as the other retreated. There was no benefit in holding on by force, and it would be even more humiliating to return the land only after being beaten into submission. Besides, what made him change his mind so quickly was their hardline stance, as well as Chen Che’s power.

The man’s strength didn’t seem like that of someone who had just reached Core Formation. It was more like he had been at that level for several years.

’A sword cultivator! A sword cultivator!’

"Since that’s the case, I’ll play the role of peacemaker and persuade Valley Master Chen not to pursue the matter of your clan’s Ye Juming attacking him."

Meng Qianxun paid no mind to his response and continued, "Our three Golden Core Influences are all based in one state. It’s only normal that there would be friction over resources. There’s no need to bicker over such trivial matters."

"Since Fellow Daoist Meng has spoken, I will not pursue the matter."

Chen Che nodded slightly, as if doing them a huge favor.

Hearing him say this, the members of the Ye Race remained expressionless. In the span of a few days, two of their clan’s elders had died. It should have been a matter of whether *they* would pursue it, so how had it turned into the other side deciding *not* to pursue it?

But the smarter ones among them understood the Ye Clan’s current situation.

The Meng Family and Jinyun Valley now stood together, dominating Yunzhou. If they wanted revenge, they would have to face two Golden Core cultivators. Even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory. In the end, all their gains might just end up benefiting someone else.

Even if they were to act, they would have to plan for the long term, or wait for the other side to reveal a weakness.

"Then I must thank Valley Master Chen for his magnanimity."

Ye Yuanji sneered.

"In that case, this matter is concluded. If you have time in the future, Fellow Daoist, you are welcome to be a guest at my Jinyun Valley."

Chen Che cupped his fists.

"Definitely, definitely."

Ye Yuanji replied with a blank face, then raised a hand and said, "Everyone, let’s take our leave."

As his voice fell, a white cloud appeared beneath their feet, carrying the hundred-odd Foundation Establishment Cultivators straight back toward the Ye Race’s territory, leaving Chen Che and his group behind.

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